This is a song about "Money gucci"

I put these poems all in these songs

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

And it rules everything around them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?